#nsft hypnosub

[sheep-on-leash]

I'm getting hypnotized on discord in front of a bunch of weird transsexuals, while you're.. Oh, who am I kidding, you're probably doing the same thing if you've found this.

We are not the same We probably are the same.

[femboyfertility]

I want to get trapped in one of those loops and mantras that so many others get trapped in... Following someone else's words mindlessly and happily...

[cafterdark]

There's something about gradual mind breaking that drives me wild.

Imagine this. Your life is shit, you're stuck ina deadend cubical job. 9-5 bullshit galore. One day, you're assigned to train a new coworker. She's pretty, way above your league. And yet she's kind. She compliments you and your skills honed to perfection working these bullshit shifts. But still, she's way prettier than you so you feel awkward even acknowledging them.

The two of you have lunch together. The two of you were talking, and she was still complimenting you for some reason. About how pretty your hair is or how cute your smile looks. You can't even comprehend looking anything but shit. She pouts and fiddles with her phone a bit. Then she asks you to watch a video. Suddenly you're back at work. When did the break end? No matter.

She tells you how pretty your eyes were. You smile because good girls accept compliments and tell her how gorgeous her lips are because good girls are honest. The rest of the day the two of you compliment each other.

It's beenmonth since then and both of you just keep complimenting each other. Sure, your compliments are getting kind of weird. You don't know when you started calling her Mistress as a joke, but it's hard to stop now. But she tells you that it's normal for good girls to call their Mistress Mistress so you keep doing it anyway. Besides, her compliments are getting weirder too. Mistress has made it a habit to pin you to a wall before telling you them. Then she just tells you how submissive and docile you are. She kisses you a lot now. Good girls deserve to be kissed by their Mistress ofc, so you don't complain.

Work itself is harder now. You just can't keep up like you used to. You're just so horny and Mistress doesn't help. You know that good girls are horny messes, but it's so aggravating. The tight clothes that show off so much don't help, but good girls are required to wear them so what can you do? Mistress has to pick up a lot of your slack, but she doesn't seem to mind. And besides good girls let Mistress do the work for them.

Breaks are great. Mistress shows you another video and you feel so good and good girls deserve to feel good. You feel so good that you don't remember what happens during them. You've started finding bruises and bite marks on your skin after them, though you don't know why. You don't care because good girls need to be marked. For the rest of the shift, she keeps touching you and teasing. By the end you can barely stand.

At the clock terminal, Mistress pins you to the wall and makes out with you before leaving. You're frozen by lust for several minutes before stumbling to your car.

Three months in and things are now really weird. You can't tell why anymore. Your head feels like cotton most of the time. You ask Mistress why everything feels so weird, because good girls always ask Mistress for help. She gives you some pets and kisses you, reminding you that dumb puppies don't think. Your boss threatens to fire you because of poor performance, but it's not your fault you're a dumb puppy. Everyone knows that dumb puppies don't work. Dumb puppies are to be submissive and docile. Mistress does most of the work, she's so good at it that she's up for promotion.

Breaks are so fun. Mistress shows you another video. When you wake up, you feel sooooooo good. Like all the energy built up during the morning was just released. Mistress cleans you up and then she starts working again while you heel. Then when you clock out, Mistress attaches a leash to your collar and gives you a walkies home. The walkies home is the best part.

Six months in and life is perfect. You don't work anymore and that's okay. Dumb puppies don't work anyway. You and Mistress live together at her place. You sleep in your cage and if you're a really good puppy, Mistress lets you sleep at the foot of her bed. The best time is when Mistress works. She works at home now. Your job is to be adorable by sleeping in a dog bed under her desk. Well, that and pleasure her, because a dumb puppy's only role is to be her Mistress's fucktoy.

During lunch Mistress fills your bowl with kibble and it tastes amazing. She doesn't show you videos anymore. She says you're perfect now. You don't understand what she means but it doesn't matter. Dumb puppies don't think after all.

After Mistress finishes working, she takes you on walkies and plays with you. It's so fun and nice and amazing. And if you're a really good girl, the best puppy in the whole world, she'll let you sleep in the bed with her. Your life is amazing.

[babygirlbondage]

whats so bad about wanting to be someones little hypno slut? getting everything stripped from you including your ability to think. having them make all the decisions for you as you mindlessly obey cause its all youve been programmed to do. eyes glazed over and drooling, just completely lost in their words. they could make you do anything they wanted too cause you dont know how to say no anymore. not even a thought of resistance or brattiness would cross your mind. they could bring their friends over and have them tease you and use you and make you do all these humiliating things. they would make you say and do anything they wanted because youre just a dumb hypno toy.

im just saying it could be nice

[a-sapphic-love]

hypno/mindbreak is soo hot

your enemy tying you up with a vibe right on your clit and headphones that play her moans, plus a screen playing a spiral with words like "horny" "dumb" "submit" "aroused" "nympho" flashing. she puts the vibrator on high before leaving you there for hours, making a mess of your panties like a good girl and having your brain turned to mush.

your producer girlfriend being sweet enough to make a beat just for you, a simple song that you listen to because it reminds you of her. little do you know, she layered a hypno file under the song and every time you listen, you get a little dumber. you listen to it constantly, all the time until you're just a mindless, stupid whore for your mommy.

lastly, your best friend helping you through a breakup, she stays over a lot and comforts you all the time while helping you recover from your depressive episode. one day, she turns on the tv and tells you to look at the screen. you're confused because it's just spirals, but eventually you realize you just can't look away... you don't wanna, you feel sooo good and your underwear is soaked. your best friend comes up behind you and starts touching you all over, but you don't stop her. "doesn't this just feel so good, angel? doesn't it feel good to just get dumber and dumber?" she whispers. "yes mistress!" your whiny voice replies.

[thatgirlblujay]

The feminine urge to let strangers control your vibrator while they turn your brain to mush, rb if u agree

[cockhungrycatboy]

oh you're. you're gonna train me you say? 😳😳😳😳 ummm it would be sooooooo terrible if you did that.......... if you made me into your little pet ahahha

[nocturnowlette]

Okay, Pups, I was informed by a fellow Pup of some very well made hypnosis audio files.

I'm unsure specifically how well known these are, but it's a series of two:

The Pet Test

and The Pet Test 2

These are 18+, but it doesn't focus strongly on sexual concepts. It's largely puppy euphoria, and holy fuck is it euphoric. I highly recommend.

The first is great, the second is transcendental. You need the first for the second, though.

[mindless-k]

Do you remember?

Hm?

Do you remember what Good Boys do?

Good Boys...

Yes

Good Boys stare

Good Boys obey

Good Boys stroke their minds away

Are you staring?

Staring deeply into the spiral...watching it spin and spin...

Are you obeying?

Following my words as you scroll and read more and more...

Are you stroking your mind away?

Up and down...Up and down...

Good Boy

You love being a Good Boy, don't you?

You love staring, obeying, and stroking

You love to be mindless

You love to scroll more and more, going deeper and deeper

It feels so good to be a Good Boy...

Doesn't it?

Every time someone calls you a Good Boy it feels so amazing

It feels good to stare...

It feels good to obey...

It feels good to stroke...

You feel so much pleasure when you're being a Good Boy

You feel so much pleasure...you're practically leaking, aren't you?

The head of your cock is just dripping...

The thing is...don't you think with your head?

All your thoughts, that's where they are.

In your head.

So if your head is leaking...all your thoughts are leaking out too

It's making you mindless

And it's so much easier to be mindless

You can let your cock do all the thinking for you

Doesn't that feel so much better? To let your cock think for you?

Touching your cock always feels so good so...

Yes, it makes sense to let your cock think for you

It makes sense to be mindless...

It makes sense to be a mindless Good Boy who lets his cock think for him

Isn't that right?

Good Boy!

Now, just to really make sure you remember...

I want you to remind me what you are...

Tell me you're a mindless Good Boy who lets his cock think for him

Just so we won't forget, ok?

Maybe even dm me for some special treatment ;3 hehe

Until next time,

Make sure you stare, obey, and stroke your mind away

<3

[doggirl-cyberdyke]

Fucktoys are so much prettier when you push their brains further than they can handle and leave them a mumbling, drooling mess <3

[sheep-on-leash]

They should hire me for testing hypnosis techniques. Hook a few of those little brain wire things with the suction cups (I forget what they're called) to me, and sit me down in front of a screen that'll routinely switch to a brand new spiral every few minutes or so. You can try to ask me questions about each one while my mind is still intact, but after a few changes in the screen, I'd probably be unable to even bleat, completely entranced by all the pretty colors.. And while you're at it, why don't you feed me some subliminal messages to help me be more obedient and helpful with your research in the future? I wanna be a good, good test subject, after all~

[femboyfertility]

I need need need someone to put me in a trance and make me their personal little slut!! Make me a good boy who can barely speak words and fumble over my texts while I feel pleasure pulse through me again and again at your command!! Make my mind melt!!

[cafterdark]

"What do you mean I'm being transferred!" You shout to your manager

"My supervisor has requested that you be transferred to the branch closer to her for more... direct communication." He says. His eyes are wide, a small tremor takes over his right hand. For a former Army NCO to be that scared, she must be something.

"Have I done anything wrong?" You say.

"No, in fact you've been the best worker here. That's why she wants you."

You pinch your nose. "Is there anyway out of this?"

"I'm afraid she's made it exceptionally clear that there isn't."

"Fine. What's the address."

"I'll write it down."

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You arrive at the office the next morning. The first leaves on the trees are turning red. It's luckily a shorter commute than your old office, but you're still pissed. You had climbed up from the pit of internships into a cozy position and office. You were the first trans, no scratch that, woman to get into management. This was bullshit.

You step in. The front desk is empty. You sit down and wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, a blonde worker passes by. The first thing you notice is that her outfit is less than professional. She wears a skirt that barely goes below her legs. Her stockings hug her tights very tight. Her blouse is basically open, showing off her admittedly very beautiful tits in a pair of lingerie. If you weren't so pissed you'd be turned on. You're glad you wore slacks today.

"Hey," You call to her. "Do you know where..." You check the slip of paper in your hand. "Miss Maverne's office is?"

The woman looks at you. Her make up is ruined, lipstick smudged, mascara spilling down her face. Her hair is messy. You could swear that you can see the outlines of hands on the sides of her face. Her pupils eclipse her blue eyes. She looks as if she barely knew where she was. After a long pause of blank stares at you, she says, "Do you mean Mistress?"

"Uh..." You're paralyzed by the absurdity of the situation. Have you stumbled onto a porn set by accident?

After a long minute of the girl thinking where you could almost hear the AOL noises playing in her head, she perks up and says, "Oh, you must be new here! I'll take you to Mistress!"

Her hand shooks out and drags you through a set of doors and into the office. You look around. You see many workers with the same blown out eyes, dazed looks, and slutty office wear around you. All women. One of them is drooling at their desk while colors flash on their computer. You wonder what the hell is going on here. You arrive at a large set of doors. "Here she is!"

A secretary sits at a desk next to the doors. She's wearing what couldn't even be charitably called an outfit. Just a few strips of cloth prevent her from being fully nude. On the exposed parts are very visible hickies.

"I brought a new recruit for Mistress!" The blonde hair girl says

The secretary pouts "But Mistress isn't accepting anyone till..."

"That's quite alright secretary, thank you." A woman's voice says. You look to your right, then up. The woman is at least 6'2", and she's wearing heels. Her towering over you is an understatement. She is wearing the only proper work outfit of slacks, a blouse, and jacket. Still, there is an aura of lust around her, like she could wear anything and still look sexy in it. Two grey eyes pierce into your soul. She grins.

"You're both very good girls, you can leave now" She says. The two girls shutter and wander off. "Now, Miss Claire Hall, would you please step into my office."

You're led in and sit down in a very comfortable chair. Miss Maverne continues to look into your very soul and says

"You're probably wondering why you're here right now."

"Yeah I am, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your new office for the foreseeable future. I picked you because you're special. It's not often a woman rises the ranks of this business."

"Thanks?"

"Good Girl."

A blush strikes your cheeks. You're really glad you wore slacks today. That compliment shouldn't have hit that hard.

"Now did your old boss give you any information about your new position?"

"N...no" you stutter out, still in minor shock from the compliment. "Just the address and your name."

"Wonderful, well, you noticed that the front desk was empty right?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be working as the receptionist there."

"What!" The rage breaks through your flustered mind like a hammer. "May I remind you that I have years of experience in programming, administration, planning, and managing under my belt?"

"So does every other worker here. You might've been a big fish in a little pond there, but here you're puny, and you'll start where you deserve." She stands up, and you can't help but internalize her words a small bit. Still your indignation burns it.

"I'm leaving. I don't deserve this humiliation." You get up and walk to the door.

"Stop." You freeze stiff.

"Walk back." You walk back.

"Sit and stare into my eyes." You sit back down into the extremely comfortable chair and stare up into her eyes. They looked grey before but now hints of green and blue scatter in. You can't help but dive into them, trying to discover their true color. It feels like you're sinking deeper and deeper into an ocean of warm homey

"Aren't my eyes pretty?" She says.

"Yuh." The words don't move right and come out wrong.

"Don't you want to keep having the privilege to stare into my eyes?" Her voice is so beautiful.

This time the words don't even come out, you just nod.

She pulls out a contract and pen. "Then sign this."

You grab the pen but it falls out of your hand. "Oops! Let me help." She says in that musical voice. She takes the pen and places it in your hand, then pulls it to the paper. She guides it into a passable signature, then smiles.

"Good Girl." You shutter.

"Right, so first things first, your breast enhancement surgery is next week."

Sanity floats up above the honey ocean. "What?"

"And that outfit is not approved. At least the four top buttons of your blouse must be unbuttoned. Pants are not allowed, only skirts that are above the mid thigh."

"Excuse me?"

"It's all in your contract."

"I didn't sign this!"

"Is that not in fact your signature on the paper?"

You look down and see a perfect replica of your signature. Fury boils in you.

"Fuck that! I'm leaving!" You get up.

"Where are you going Miss Hall?"

"Escaping this sex cult."

"Miss Hall, this is your 90 day review."

"What do you mean, I've only been here for..." You look out the window, it's snowing. You look down at your new pair of tits. Your blouse barely holds them. A cold breeze tickle your thighs. "What have you done to me?"

"Nothing." She says. "Now sit and listen." You crumble back into your chair.

"Now, both staff and guests have highly rated your performance with them in the last 90 days. You've really proven to be a capable fit for your position."

You feel heat building up in you and you don't know why.

"Good Girl." She says. Those two words hit like a truck. You almost moan. She smiles. She's smiling... about you! Excitement flutters in your chest. Wait.

"Something's wrong."

"What's wrong, Ms Cumdump?" Mistress says "Is it something you'd like to bring up for your 6 month review?"

"That name for a start, that's not my name."

Mistress sighs. "This again... Then what name would it be?"

"You know what it is it's..." You pause. Why can't you remember your name? You dig in deep but find nothing. Why can't you remember your name?

"Don't overwork that pathetic little brain of yours sweety." Mistress says. "Just check your name tag."

Oh right! It's that easy. Mistress is so smart. You look down and see your uniform. Lingerie with the required derogatory text sharpied across your body. You pull up your lanyard and read "Hypnoslut Cumdump, Receptionist and Fucktoy."

Ah, it was that easy. Wait, weren't you just in a blouse? You look up to Mistress. God she's so tall when you're on your knees. The hot late summer air sticks to your nude body. It's not amazing but receptionists aren't allowed to wear clothes and the rules are the rules. You stare into Mistress's pretty eyes and she stands and looks down at you. Mistress says

"Is there anything you want to tell me before we begin your first year performance test, Ms Cumdump?"

You try to think of what you were going to say. But your brain is soooooooooo empty that you can't remember. Probably about how beautiful she is. Yeah, that's it.

"You're sooooooooo pretty Mistress." You say.

She smiles. "Thank you, now..." She unzips her slacks and pulls out her massive cock. You're already drooling. She stands there, taunting you with it, before saying "Begin."

You take the cock into your mouth and begin worshiping it like a good fucktoy does. You hit the spot you know she's sensitive to. Mistress shutters and grabs your hair. "Good Girl." She says. You could've cum in the spot to those words if only she gave you permission. Before you could even question it, she pulls you in, and you're lost to your work.

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Inspired by @anarqueeen :)

[floofy-astral-tail]

fuck my brains away. I want to be incapable of thought. I want to be reduced to a dumb, pretty little toy, wholly occupied and overwhelmed by feeling and sensation. then once I've gone completely blank, implant a few thoughts back into me: serving you, degrading myself, and whatever else you want. slowly other thoughts will return back into my brain, but they'll all be on top of those ones you put there to be the new core of my personality.

[mindlesswicker]

Hey you! Yes, you! ♡

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[malsadaptive-daydreaming]

need a cow print bikini and 6 hours of hypno brainwashing 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫